Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1887-02-27
THE TRUE BOSTONIAN.
A Characterization That Is Not According
to Howells, but Seem to be Lifelke,
Nevertheless.

A Characterization That Is Not According
to Howells, but Seem to be Lifelike,
Nevertheless.
"SOatl-EHiof' in Netc York World.
The True Bostonian does not breakfast
very heartily, but is sufficiently imbued
with his Anglo7Saxon ancestry to be salts
fed with 4 bit OF JUICY steak or n trifle OF
bacon cut in almost transparent slices, fra
grant and succulent. A single fresh egg
eaten from the shell often sufiices to nour-
ish the cultivated intellect of Beacon street.
After breakfast he sauters put leisurely
and boards n horse car for his place of bust
ness.
Your true Bostonian loves a horse car,
and verify he may, for n better or more
convenient service of cans does not exist in
any other city in the world. The horses
are of n tough Canadian breed, quite speedy
and well cared for; the conductors and dri-
vers are nicely uniformed; and invariably
polite to patrons. They Seem TO take pride
IN their cans, which are always clean and
inviting, the lamps and brass work highly
FURNISHED and the seats cushioned with
handsome plush, 50 that il is a real pleas
ure TO ride.
When your true Bostonian finally gets
it into his head that a thing is Al abomiua
ton, he usually finds some way of getting
| rid of it. Monopolies do not ride rough
shOd over him for ever. He is slow TO kick,
| but when he does kick he kicks something,
us John Randolph nee said in Congress,
4 sl,l-., h,rh. 49, air Oh ~ -htnh ~ Whan fha
Lowell Railroad some years ago tried To
have a gateway through which passengers
were obliged to pass and show their tickets
to the gateman, n crowd OF regular patrons,
becoming disguised with what they deem,
ed an unnecessary interference with their
rights, simply made a rush one evening,
and no one ever saw the gate afterwards.
| There is grit in your true IBostonion, and
tu nouriSh it he must have something to
eat.
His hearty,meal is in the middle of the
day. The very idea of n ! o'clock dinner
brings up to 4 Boston mind chronic dys-
pepsia with all its attendant horrors. He
eats 4 big dinner at noon and gives himself
plenty OF time. No sandwiches hustled
down before a counter, rs in New York,
with a dash of liquor 10 prevect ones ly-
Ing down and checking TO death, | suppose
that is the reason. But you may see him
at Parker's, ut Mrs. HarringtOn's, or at
Young's, leisurely consuming the most
tempting vivands and entrees unique and
delicious, chatting with a friend and per-
haps slipping a glass of claret or hook, for
all the world like a Partisan. But he al
ways loops of with pie. Not to eat pie
in the Hub" is not TO be civilized. BOs-
ton is not press-ridden nor priest-ridden
but pie-ridden.
Early in the afternoon he leaves his bust
ness and has his wife or sweetheart or
friend out for q drive. lie does not like 10
90 like lightning, but he wants sOmes speed
and in winter you may ace on the Milldam
4 multitude OF pretty sleighs whirling
| along at n neat pace, and in them you can
count many men and women of note, and
the sight Is worth a visit But in summer
the Bostonian likes driving the best, for
then he can speed for days among the
suburbs over smooth, hard roads, and every
day choose Il new route. Here ~ the wheel
mans paradise, where he can ride for
hours without taking 4 header. Large,
comfortable and even stately private resi-
dences line the roadway, with splendid
lawns, nicely trimmed, and land .scape
gardens, with now and then a tennis party,
giving a picturesque dash of color. Every
thing looks like ease and enjoyment and
makes you feel good naturcd. A Boston dry
goods man always gives his customer a
drive and thereby does not lose a sale. No
city has lOvelier enEirons than Boston, and
your true BDstohian knows this without
your telling him. 1t makes him tired To
have you give him a piece OF news that to
his mind is scl~I-evident.
Yes, he is cOnceited, hut | do not think
itkis Il refreshing kind of conceit. II Is
rnther q sort of restless complacency ever
OH the qui vive for fear yOu do not admit
its claims. Now, a Chicagoan is just rs
sure that his city has the biggest hotel,
the bangup dry-g0ods store and the most
extensive everything in the world IA he is
that the world is round. His conceit IL
warm and iu%ll-bloodcd. Rutthe Bostonian's
seem to he perpetually on the verge of n
chill.
In the evening the BOstonian likes amuse-
ments and plenty of them, and when | tell
You that he keeps eight theatres and five
or six lecture halls going you will believe
that this is 4 fact. There is the Museum,
under cover of which discreet name the
most religious can enjoy the dizzicst OF
dramas. There is the dainty Biiou, the
still prcttier and more fashionable Hollis
street venture, the Globe and the Howard.
But after all these hold only temporary
sway over the Hubs fancy; il is To the
ancient and barn-like Boston Theatre that
the Bostonian returns ut last, rs to m old
love. There YOU have a theatre, he will
tell you, with II peculiar twang to his voice
not a hand-bOX. After n Boston man
has shown you all the glorieS of his city,
he leaves the Common and the Boston
Theatre for the climax, and, if neither of
these incorporates move your stony heart,
he gives you up rs absolutely without taste
or culture.
The BostOnian has in his makeup much
of that quality called public spirit. II
there is any event to he celebrated, or n
monument raised, or distress alleviated,
| Boston Is there To q man. II General Grant
had been buried in Boston, they would
have collected within a few weeks treble
and quadruple of what has been hammered
out of New York in many months.
Perhaps this is the reason why the Bos-
tonian pretends to love music, when in
point of fact there is not q single musical
| iibre in his composition. He will sit for
house through an ~oritorio and thank fate
when the cup Is taken from him. But he
will give Lydia Thompson royal encour-
agement on each of he centennial appear
ances, and there is 10 other city where
Aimee has such large and appreciative au-
diences of bald-headed deacons as in BOs-
ton. OF course the BOstonians love music.
When Levy tOOts his cornet crowds iiOcked
10 hear him.
Exactly?
Grip.
inexperienced member Ito venerable